The darkness slowly lightens as your eyelashes flutter open, taking in the light from the lantern on the ceiling of your shared bedroom.

Something fuzzy nudges your side. You lazily roll your head to peer at the perpetrator and are met with one of your lover's long limbs.

A soft laugh sounds above you before cold skin nuzzles your cheek, dark hair falling around your face in a curtain.

"Good morning, honey! Er- afternoon? I'm sorry I didn't wake you earlier, bub. You were so tired when you went to bed that I would've felt horrible waking you."

Several pairs of blue eyes meet yours before your lover lifts his face away and lumbers his lanky self to the corner of the nest-room you could call his 'knitting space.' A big cushion for his large body and piles of unfinished fabrics.

He's taken to making you clothing ever since he brought you to the Drider's underground city since you aren't often provided the chance to return to the surface and visit the market.

Plus, other Driders hadn't taken human anatomy and preferences into account when they created their little stalls, carts, and shops.

Humans aren't even supposed to be down here.

You got lucky, you suppose. Or unlucky, if you like the sun.